Luyện nghe bài hát The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, and weary
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there a tapping
As if some one rapping, rapping at my chamber door
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, tapping at my chamber only this
this and nothing more

Muttering I got up weakly, always I've had sleeping
Stumbling upright my mind racing, furtive thoughts flowing once
I there hoping for some sunrise, would be a surprise
Loneliness no a prize, rapping at my chamber door
Seeking out the clever bore, lost in dreams forever
this and nothing more

Hovering my pulse was racing, tobacco my lips tasting
Scotch upon my basin, remnants of the night before
Came again infernal on the door, in my mind jabbing
Is it in or outside rapping, calling out to me once
The fit and fury of Lenore, nameless here more
And the sad uncertain, rustling of the purple curtain
Thrilled me, me

With fantastic terrors felt before, so that now, oh wind
breathing, hoping yet to calm my breathing
'Tis some visitor entreating, entrance at my door
Some lost entreating, entrance at my chamber door
This is it, and nothing more, deep the darkness peering
Long I stood there, wondering fearing, doubting dreaming
No mortal dared to dream
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no
And the only word there spoken, was the whispered name,

I thought in out loud whispered from my lips
The foul festered, echoing itself merely this, and nothing more
Back my chamber turning, every nerve within me burning
When once again I a tapping, somewhat louder than before
"Surely," said I, surely that is something at my staircase
Open the door to see what threat is, open that window, free the
Let us this explore, Oh! bursting heart be still this once
And let this mystery it is the wind and nothing more

Just one Epithet I muttered as inside, I gagged and
When with manly flirt and flutter, in flew a stately raven
Sleek and ravenous as any foe, not the obeisance made he
Not a gesture towards me, of recognition or politeness
But perched above my door, this fowl and salivating visage
Insinuating with its knowledge, perched above my door
Silent sat and nothing more, a-skance, a-skew

The self's sad smiles at you I swear, at this savage viscous
Countenance it wears, though you show here and shaven and
I myself forlorn and craven, ghastly grim and ancient raven
from the opiate shores, tell me, what
Thy Lordly name is? you are not nightmare sewage
dire powdered drink or inhalation
Framed flames of downtown lore stroke the raven never more

And the raven sitting lonely, staring sickly at my sex only
That one word as if his soul in one word, he did outpour, pathetic
Nothing farther he uttered, not a feather then he fluttered
finally was I that muttered as I stared, dully at the floor
Other have flown and left me
Flown as each and every hope has flown
And as you no doubt before tomorrow
But the bird never more

Then I the air grow denser, perfumed from some unseen incense
As though accepting angelic intrusion, when in fact I felt
Before the guise, of memories respite
Respite through the of cocaine's glory
I smoke and I smoke the vial's glory
To forget at once, the Lenore
Stroke the raven more
Prophet said I, thing of evil, still, if bird or devil
By that Heaven that bend above us, by that God we ignore
Tell this soul with laden, willful and destructive intent

How had lapsed a pure heart lady, to the of needs
Sweaty arrogant dick less liar, who to nothing higher
Than a jab prick to a needle, straight to betrayal and disgrace
The conscience not a trace, stroke the raven never more
Be word our sign of parting
Bird or fiend," I yelled upstarting, get thee into the tempest
Into the smoke filled bottle's shore, leave no black as a token
Of the thy soul hath spoken, leave my loneliness unbroken

Quit as those have quit before, take the talon from my
And see that I can care no more, whatever mattered before
I vanished with the dead Lenore, stroke the never more
But the raven, flitting
Still is sitting silent sitting, above a painting painting
Of the forever silenced whole and his eyes all the seeming
Of a demon's is dreaming, and the lamplight over him
throws his shadow to the floor I love she
Who hates me more, I love she who me more
And my shall not be lifted from that shadow nevermore